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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-W.B. Yeats
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The Profile ![]() Zanzibar Age. 24 Gender. Female Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him Location Providence, RI School. Brown Univ » More info. The Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into: Samarinda Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is. The Phases of the Moon Module CURRENT MOON Writings
Poetry The Tree and the Telephone Pole The Mouse Blindness La Plante The Moon Today I am Young A Night Poem Celestial Wandering Siren of the Sea If I Were a Dragon To the Dreamers Leave the Sky The Lady The Honor of the Oyster Return From San Diego War My Study Defeat A Late Summer's Night Of Dragons and Men Erebus The Edge of the World The Race Dragon's Spirit The Snake's Terror Spirit Island Metaphysics Metaphysica Transponderae Of Adventures in Foreign Lands The Rogue Wave: The Unedited Version Adventures in the PRC Voyage of Discovery Drinking the Blood of Goats Ticket for a Phantom Bus Os peixes nadam o mar Three Villages Far Away The River Weser Let's Get You Out of Those Clothes Radishes Three-Piece-Lawsuit If Underwear Could Speak URL[null] Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat
My hero(s) Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER Aw, Larry Walker, how I love thee. *Historical Note: Larry Walker and I broke our collarbones at the same time! Just like Ed McCaffrey broke his leg the same time I broke mine! A fan of Colorado sports? Better hope I don't get injured again! I CAN'T BELIEVE LARRY WALKER HAS RETIRED The Schedule
MTWThF: Research MTWThF before 9 and after 5: NOTHING! Sa-Su: NOTHING! I love summer! The Reading List
This list starts Summer 2006 A Crocodile on the Sandbank Looking Backwards Wild Swans Exodus 1984 Tales of the Alhambra (in progress) Dark Lord of Derkholm Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? The Lost Years of Merlin Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers (in progress) Atlas Shrugged (in progress) Uglies Pretties Specials A Long Way Gone (story of a boy soldier in Sierra Leone- met the author! w00t!) The Eye of the World: Book One of the Wheel of Time From Magma to Tephra (in progress) Lady Chatterley's Lover Harry Potter 7 The No. 1 Lady's Detective Agency Introduction to Planetary Volcanism A Child Called "It" Pompeii Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women? Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress) What's So Great About Christianity? Aeolian Geomorphology Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits The City of Ember The People of Sparks Cube Route When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard Bound want to read: Longitude, The Planets, Infidel | Murder from the Shelf Friday. 4.6.07 12:10 am No foreign war or can feign refine
The blank dispassion I had as mine As to the local store I took myself To purchase murder from off the shelf My face a dull and hardened mask I set upon my given task It was not a question of morality Just another lesson in mortality Hands so steady, mind so clear Lacking disgust, lacking fear Of petty conscience, there was no sign Where soft lips would be, a thin straight line If could but lure my victim here By promising there was naught to fear There would be no passion in this crime Just a SNAP and then a breaking spine Sickened by only the thought 'he runs free' Knowing time will bring my victim to me Such wretched item, loatheful louse Contained within escap-ed MOUSE! .... So still she lies with waiting ear For footsteps of her foe to hear With naught but Death mirror'd in her eyes For Chance to offer sweet reprise Recommended by 1 Member 1 Comments. |
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